In the beginning, it was difficult to discern the shape – even the existence – of the structures on the top of the hills. Our eyes were tired, for we had been walking against the sun after the lunch break, and the several Bedouin women and kids who emerged in the silent desert as if by magic out of thin air were buzzing around us, displaying their handmade trinkets and distracting our attention from what was unfolding before us.
The initial rock formations that we had vaguely noticed somewhere in the background of Wadi Rum’s imposing vastness turned into a cluster of round, sandstone constructions that looked like an abandoned, prehistoric village. They were the Nawamis: an archaeological site whose history is mixed with myths, legends, and speculations. [Read more…]